Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from East Timor and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bad Manners to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick Morgan,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
KRS-One,
Tom Boy,
In Retrospect,
Skriet,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Halsall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Goldenarms,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Near,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
The Cowsills,
Blossom Toes,
Freddie Wadling,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
cv313,
June Days,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.